Still Sequestered Somewhere Silent: Sanguine Sequel
I think I have officially lost more blood this month than in the the previous 3 years in sum. I have also experienced seeing more of my blood congealed in the last month than I have in my entire life.
No, there's no photograph. I was actually going to take one, but I decided that you probably didn't want to see that, beloved 'earers. So instead of a much more poignant and full color illustration of my point, just me say that when you pull a paper towel out of your nose and it has a four inch long slug-like glob of jellied human blood adhered to it... you begin to really question if there is any sense in getting out of the bed in the morning. Of course, that is immediately counteracted by a persistent fear of drowning in your own ichor in your sleep, which is officially on my list of Top Ten Ways joiless Does Not Want To Finally Snuff It.
I'm working on my writing for Clarion still. If I can just manage to not screw this up, I can rest with an easy conscience about it. Even if I don't get in, it'll be more of an achievement than usual.
For those of you that would like to read what I am working on currently, hit me up here and I'll e-mail you a .doc copy of the rough draft of the first short story I completed, Fear In A Handful of Dust. For those of you not interested, go row a boat.
I'll add to this entry later, the dried blood in my nostril is pissing me off.
Forget You Ever Saw Me,
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
No, there's no photograph. I was actually going to take one, but I decided that you probably didn't want to see that, beloved 'earers. So instead of a much more poignant and full color illustration of my point, just me say that when you pull a paper towel out of your nose and it has a four inch long slug-like glob of jellied human blood adhered to it... you begin to really question if there is any sense in getting out of the bed in the morning. Of course, that is immediately counteracted by a persistent fear of drowning in your own ichor in your sleep, which is officially on my list of Top Ten Ways joiless Does Not Want To Finally Snuff It.
I'm working on my writing for Clarion still. If I can just manage to not screw this up, I can rest with an easy conscience about it. Even if I don't get in, it'll be more of an achievement than usual.
For those of you that would like to read what I am working on currently, hit me up here and I'll e-mail you a .doc copy of the rough draft of the first short story I completed, Fear In A Handful of Dust. For those of you not interested, go row a boat.
I'll add to this entry later, the dried blood in my nostril is pissing me off.
Forget You Ever Saw Me,
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.